Chapter 292 Minister under the Skirt (14)

The bird flapped its wings in a desperate attempt, but it became entangled in a silver thread and, after a few futile flutters, it gave up. Instead, it managed to completely crush a table that was already somewhat broken.

The bird: "..."

Suddenly, the air fell silent.

Chuzheng reiterated, "You did this."

It wasn't until now that the bird realized it had been caught.

From outside came the sudden sound of a whistle, to which the bird cried out in response.

"You have accomplices?" Chuzheng scoffed. Just how stupid could this bird and its accomplices be?

The bird: "..."

Chuzheng looked out the window, where the crescent moon was veiled by clouds, softly draping the world in a misty shroud.

Vague figures stood suspended in the air outside the window, stationed at intervals to form a semicircular encirclement around the building.

The streets, which should have been noisy, were now eerily silent.

As if all the people in the city had vanished.